he wasn't all that racially enlightened when he went out to california. there's evidence in the archives that he would, you know, write these mock poems about africansafrican americans are bathing on the beach in santa monica with theyou know, giving off the ethiopian smell and with jungle rhythms pounding in their veins. and he'd happily sing songs using the n-word and words like "coons" and stuff like that, which were part of that white mountain tradition. and so, he's on this radiogivinl and station sometime in 1937, and he announces that he's going to play a song from uncle dave macon on the grand ole opry, and gid tanner and the skillet lickers, as well, recorded it, a lovely song called "run, nigger, run." and he announces it, and he plays it. and he gets a letter from a member of his listening audience the next day. and i know that letter by heart. i've seen it. he says, "you were getting along pretty well on your program tonight, until you announced your nigger blues. i'm a negro, a young negro in college. and i certainly resented your remark. no